so this is the first rendition of my first ever fanfiction
Episode 1: All Isn’t Lost
Moments were a scarce feature in the winter. Mostly, the time passed quickly. Days moved through time with a definite purpose and overwhelming guilt. Snow blanketed over streets and railways and bus stop benches, heaven had never been so beautiful. But this was Chicago, and winter had its kryptonite.
Along the alleyway the snow pilled in dirt ridden clumps and around the multiple tracks of ambulans tires. Footprints delved into the softness every few inches, yet the snow seemed…unharmed. Moving in and out of synchrony, figures stirred about, still disturbing father winter. Heads succeeded down, into scarves and hats, away from the brisk that was a bi-product of the snow. Pairs of eyes closed, each of which grew into a different thought, then opened to the bitterness again, losing that glimpse of hope.
Around the corner, the main jalan was littered with cars, trucks, buses, women in high heels running as fast as they possibly could across the walkway. Men in Suits casually strolled along, sneering under their breath at the women in high heels and their long legs. The noise was chaotic. Horns, cell phones, revving engines, and sirens rang like bells on a Sunday wedding through the think, flurry filled air.
The sirens grew in sound, slowly, then quickly getting louder with each block passed. Patrons of the city knew this all too well, it played out like a perfect test. The cars and trucks and buses all steered to the curb, where they would patiently wait for the ambulans to pass. Little sejak little, the vehicles would alih back into position on the four-laned road. It wasn’t until the rig began to glide toward the turn that surrounding people noticed something was wrong.
The ambulans was just feet from the turn into the alleyway. As it turned it went up on its right two wheels, hung, forever it seemed, in the air, then at an alarming speed crashed violently into another parked ambulance. A sound echoed through the bay, followed sejak a light and heat that lit up the area…then, all…went…quiet.
This was the County General Teaching Hospital. And THIS, was just another morning.
The third floor was unusually quiet. Cuddy walked in stride from the far elevator. Her knee length skit moved in tone with the muscles of her legs, while the soft, violet sweater plunged down away from her neckline leading to where her ruby pendent kalung sat. The high heels made a knocking sound as they kept in time with tempo. She stopped when she reached a glass door about half way down the hall. Inside, she only saw a shoe of the corner of her eye. It rested on a tan, corduroy foot rest. She rolled her eyes pushed open the glass door. As it swung open 110 degrees, it hit the dinding behind it, creating an especially loud crash. This woke House, who jumped from the chair with a grunt.
He eyed her from the very bahagian, atas of her dark brown curly hair to the very tip of her black high heels. Tilting his head in just the slightest he spoke,
“I’ve got the key to the on-call room...and I’m pretty sure the sheets are fairly clean, but in case they aren’t, ill let anda be on top.”
She opened her mouth for a clever retort, but simply sighed instead.
“Go to the ER to help.” Not saying atau insinuating anything further, she turned to leave.
“Wait, wait, wait.” He lifted his bad leg off of the foot rest and onto the ground and stood up beside her.
He was about a foot taller then her, yet she controlled the tension.
“This isn’t even…” He eyed her again from head to toe. “Well, I was gonna say this isn’t even worth anda coming up here just to have me say no, but that hardly seems like the case now that I’ve seen…that.” His eyes stopped just where her kalung sat. “Tell Carter to deal with it.” Turning back toward the chair, he grabbed his cane and began walking toward his meja and away from Cuddy.
“The ER is slammed, House. Carter is trying to run that chaotic mess of a blizzard we have going on, and anda aren’t doing anything but sleeping and dreaming of me.” “It’s the ER, atau a bulan of clinic duty.” Cuddy knew how his mind ran; an ultimatum was the best possible choice to give.
Now, it was House that sighed. He said, not bothering to turn around, “Fine, ill go to the ER…” He than moved toward her, she was so taken aback that she had to take a step back from him. “…I’ll leave anda here to figure out a fun way to make it up to me.”
The door again broke into a sound on the pane as it swung from force. Cuddy was left alone in the room with a satisfied look now menunjukkan from her smile. Around the corner, she could hear the beeping of the elevator as it landed on the floor for pickup. Again, it sounded as the doors closed.
The ride down was an escape scheme for House. It was his precious few saat to figure out how to get out of having to go to the ER. Keeping his head down, staring at the hard tile floor of the elevator, he thought. A ring again sounded notifying the occupants of their arrival to the floor. He was out of time. As the doors opened, it seemed like time sped up ten times.
Gurneys lined the halls, most with yelping patients in them, screaming for assistance. Gloves, masks and the occasional sterile drape littered themselves around the gurneys. Doctors and nurses ran, not walked through the jammed area, on missions, each of which House was sure he did not want to partake in.
House felt a breeze in his hair as 2 doctors and a nurse ran a gurney past him. One doctor was strattleing the patient doing CPR while the other doctor was squeezing the ambu bag while pushing the cart, troli with his free hand.
“Hey House, we could use anda in here!” A familiar voice renounced in the open hall. It faded as the cart, troli strolled away. House reluctantly followed the screech of the voice.
He found himself entering a room with double doors that swung both ways with large capital Penulisan on it that stated: TRIAGE ROOM 3.
“One, Two, Three…” The two doctors and the nurse heaved the patient onto the stationary guyney in the room.
“G.S.W. to the mid-abdominal cavity, two liters out on the scene, intubated and CPR started after desating to 67% then going into V-Tach.” House had yet to fully come into the room. The familiar voice spoke again, “OK, crash cart, lets charge to 200!...Clear…” everyone held up their hand as the one word was spoken. “Still in V-Tach!” “Charge to 250…Clear…” The patient jolted up from the electricity. “Back in sinus rhythm, Carter.” “Good, now I want four units type specific, get a full chest, neck, and abdominal series, 12 lead, full blood work up with BMP and Creatnine, chest tube, and foley.”
The nurse and other doctor unlocked the brakes and rolled the gurney out of the room, one still squeezing the Ambu bag every two seconds. Carter slung off his bloody gloves and yellow gaun and threw them to the floor. “Thanks for your help House.”
House, who was still right beside the double doors smiled. “Anytime buddy. Nice save. So…ya hungry?” Carter chuckled under his breath and walked past the double doors once again into the frantic hall. “Doc Magoo’s?”
House half smiled and turned out of the room, following Carter’s footsteps. “Well would anda look at that, I’ve seemed to have left my wallet ALL the way up in my office…” He had now caught up to Carter and the two were walking side sejak side toward the exit to the ER. “Relax, anda mooch, I’m payin. So, where’s Wilson?” “Some court hearing with his saat wife…pfff,” House shrugged. The two stepped into the pahit cold outside the ER ambulans bay, trudging through the deep snow and tire tracks. Cane marks along with two sets of footprints found their way right beside a parked rig. A scream rang through the air as an ambulans shot toward them. A sound echoed through the bay, followed sejak a light and heat that lit up the area…then, all…went…quiet.
Episode 1: All Isn’t Lost
Moments were a scarce feature in the winter. Mostly, the time passed quickly. Days moved through time with a definite purpose and overwhelming guilt. Snow blanketed over streets and railways and bus stop benches, heaven had never been so beautiful. But this was Chicago, and winter had its kryptonite.
Along the alleyway the snow pilled in dirt ridden clumps and around the multiple tracks of ambulans tires. Footprints delved into the softness every few inches, yet the snow seemed…unharmed. Moving in and out of synchrony, figures stirred about, still disturbing father winter. Heads succeeded down, into scarves and hats, away from the brisk that was a bi-product of the snow. Pairs of eyes closed, each of which grew into a different thought, then opened to the bitterness again, losing that glimpse of hope.
Around the corner, the main jalan was littered with cars, trucks, buses, women in high heels running as fast as they possibly could across the walkway. Men in Suits casually strolled along, sneering under their breath at the women in high heels and their long legs. The noise was chaotic. Horns, cell phones, revving engines, and sirens rang like bells on a Sunday wedding through the think, flurry filled air.
The sirens grew in sound, slowly, then quickly getting louder with each block passed. Patrons of the city knew this all too well, it played out like a perfect test. The cars and trucks and buses all steered to the curb, where they would patiently wait for the ambulans to pass. Little sejak little, the vehicles would alih back into position on the four-laned road. It wasn’t until the rig began to glide toward the turn that surrounding people noticed something was wrong.
The ambulans was just feet from the turn into the alleyway. As it turned it went up on its right two wheels, hung, forever it seemed, in the air, then at an alarming speed crashed violently into another parked ambulance. A sound echoed through the bay, followed sejak a light and heat that lit up the area…then, all…went…quiet.
This was the County General Teaching Hospital. And THIS, was just another morning.
The third floor was unusually quiet. Cuddy walked in stride from the far elevator. Her knee length skit moved in tone with the muscles of her legs, while the soft, violet sweater plunged down away from her neckline leading to where her ruby pendent kalung sat. The high heels made a knocking sound as they kept in time with tempo. She stopped when she reached a glass door about half way down the hall. Inside, she only saw a shoe of the corner of her eye. It rested on a tan, corduroy foot rest. She rolled her eyes pushed open the glass door. As it swung open 110 degrees, it hit the dinding behind it, creating an especially loud crash. This woke House, who jumped from the chair with a grunt.
He eyed her from the very bahagian, atas of her dark brown curly hair to the very tip of her black high heels. Tilting his head in just the slightest he spoke,
“I’ve got the key to the on-call room...and I’m pretty sure the sheets are fairly clean, but in case they aren’t, ill let anda be on top.”
She opened her mouth for a clever retort, but simply sighed instead.
“Go to the ER to help.” Not saying atau insinuating anything further, she turned to leave.
“Wait, wait, wait.” He lifted his bad leg off of the foot rest and onto the ground and stood up beside her.
He was about a foot taller then her, yet she controlled the tension.
“This isn’t even…” He eyed her again from head to toe. “Well, I was gonna say this isn’t even worth anda coming up here just to have me say no, but that hardly seems like the case now that I’ve seen…that.” His eyes stopped just where her kalung sat. “Tell Carter to deal with it.” Turning back toward the chair, he grabbed his cane and began walking toward his meja and away from Cuddy.
“The ER is slammed, House. Carter is trying to run that chaotic mess of a blizzard we have going on, and anda aren’t doing anything but sleeping and dreaming of me.” “It’s the ER, atau a bulan of clinic duty.” Cuddy knew how his mind ran; an ultimatum was the best possible choice to give.
Now, it was House that sighed. He said, not bothering to turn around, “Fine, ill go to the ER…” He than moved toward her, she was so taken aback that she had to take a step back from him. “…I’ll leave anda here to figure out a fun way to make it up to me.”
The door again broke into a sound on the pane as it swung from force. Cuddy was left alone in the room with a satisfied look now menunjukkan from her smile. Around the corner, she could hear the beeping of the elevator as it landed on the floor for pickup. Again, it sounded as the doors closed.
The ride down was an escape scheme for House. It was his precious few saat to figure out how to get out of having to go to the ER. Keeping his head down, staring at the hard tile floor of the elevator, he thought. A ring again sounded notifying the occupants of their arrival to the floor. He was out of time. As the doors opened, it seemed like time sped up ten times.
Gurneys lined the halls, most with yelping patients in them, screaming for assistance. Gloves, masks and the occasional sterile drape littered themselves around the gurneys. Doctors and nurses ran, not walked through the jammed area, on missions, each of which House was sure he did not want to partake in.
House felt a breeze in his hair as 2 doctors and a nurse ran a gurney past him. One doctor was strattleing the patient doing CPR while the other doctor was squeezing the ambu bag while pushing the cart, troli with his free hand.
“Hey House, we could use anda in here!” A familiar voice renounced in the open hall. It faded as the cart, troli strolled away. House reluctantly followed the screech of the voice.
He found himself entering a room with double doors that swung both ways with large capital Penulisan on it that stated: TRIAGE ROOM 3.
“One, Two, Three…” The two doctors and the nurse heaved the patient onto the stationary guyney in the room.
“G.S.W. to the mid-abdominal cavity, two liters out on the scene, intubated and CPR started after desating to 67% then going into V-Tach.” House had yet to fully come into the room. The familiar voice spoke again, “OK, crash cart, lets charge to 200!...Clear…” everyone held up their hand as the one word was spoken. “Still in V-Tach!” “Charge to 250…Clear…” The patient jolted up from the electricity. “Back in sinus rhythm, Carter.” “Good, now I want four units type specific, get a full chest, neck, and abdominal series, 12 lead, full blood work up with BMP and Creatnine, chest tube, and foley.”
The nurse and other doctor unlocked the brakes and rolled the gurney out of the room, one still squeezing the Ambu bag every two seconds. Carter slung off his bloody gloves and yellow gaun and threw them to the floor. “Thanks for your help House.”
House, who was still right beside the double doors smiled. “Anytime buddy. Nice save. So…ya hungry?” Carter chuckled under his breath and walked past the double doors once again into the frantic hall. “Doc Magoo’s?”
House half smiled and turned out of the room, following Carter’s footsteps. “Well would anda look at that, I’ve seemed to have left my wallet ALL the way up in my office…” He had now caught up to Carter and the two were walking side sejak side toward the exit to the ER. “Relax, anda mooch, I’m payin. So, where’s Wilson?” “Some court hearing with his saat wife…pfff,” House shrugged. The two stepped into the pahit cold outside the ER ambulans bay, trudging through the deep snow and tire tracks. Cane marks along with two sets of footprints found their way right beside a parked rig. A scream rang through the air as an ambulans shot toward them. A sound echoed through the bay, followed sejak a light and heat that lit up the area…then, all…went…quiet.
For the week of September 29 - October 5, Fox’s Fall 18-49 demo king House had the largest audience via DVR viewing with 3.583 million viewers via DVRs. NBC’s Heroes was saat with a DVR viewing audience of 2.903 million. Rounding out the bahagian, atas ten for the largest DVR audiences were Desperate Housewives, Fringe, NCIS, Survivor:Gabon, Bones, Criminal Minds, Two and A Half Men and CSI:Miami.
The CW’s 90210 had the bahagian, atas tunjuk for percentage increase over their Live audience increasing 41.1% in Live+7 viewing. Rounding out the bahagian, atas 10 for largest % increase via DVR viewing were Heroes, House, Privileged, Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles, Fringe, Prison Break, Gossip Girl and America’s bahagian, atas Model.
Although we know now that DVR viewing past the airdate is entirely meaningless to the show’s advertising revenue and likely its ultimate success, we like seeing the trends regardless
The CW’s 90210 had the bahagian, atas tunjuk for percentage increase over their Live audience increasing 41.1% in Live+7 viewing. Rounding out the bahagian, atas 10 for largest % increase via DVR viewing were Heroes, House, Privileged, Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles, Fringe, Prison Break, Gossip Girl and America’s bahagian, atas Model.
Although we know now that DVR viewing past the airdate is entirely meaningless to the show’s advertising revenue and likely its ultimate success, we like seeing the trends regardless
I mean,come on guys,how is possible not to like Hameron.Allison and House just fit together.Cameron is so nice and beautiful and helpfull and just so perfect and young.House is sarcastic,funny sometimes annoying but pretty good.The only problem is,you know,the age.House is 50 atau maybe a little bit older and Cameron is almost 30 atau younger.I don't think it would be possible to have many children.But,except of this tiny problem,they are just perfect together.It's just so unfair and bad that people don't see the value of this couple.Can't anda feel it???Ok,I admit it.Maybe some of anda will say that I'm saying all these stuff because I'm addicted to Cameron and Hameron but believe me it's not just that.It's all the passion and the drama they have both and it's just so addictive!!!!!
Isn't that obvious?God,I feel like anyone can't understand that!!
boldDr. Allison Cameron is my kegemaran character on House and that's the only reason I am writting this article. Cameron is really great. Just perfect. I think that she is better brunette than blond.Some people like the coiple Hameron and other the couple Chameron.I believe that both couples are great and Ihave yto say that the producers have to pay attention to these relationships.Actually I used not to like house M.D. but when I saw Cameron I knew...I realised that it is a great series which I start watching.And I did.And now is one of my kegemaran Tv series.Although, I have toadmit that this season had disappointed me a little. But not enough to stop wathcing it.I also admit that I am obsessed with Dr. Allison Cameron.Yes, I am and I enjoy it.
To Cameron, Chameron and Hameron Fans,
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To Cameron, Chameron and Hameron Fans,
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